Petals flood the world with their beauty.

I stared at the mirror. How could I have black eyes at the start of my life? To my information, the only black eyes ever seen were in story books. 

Austyn peered into the bathroom.

"Oh! Has our little Spectre found his image? How do you find yourself, little guy?"

"Dada... Why are my eyes black? I want to have green and red eyes like Dada!"

I internally cringed. Never in my life would I have ever done that. But since I was just a mere three years old, I couldn't exactly just start spouting teenage language out of the blue.

"It was a gift given by the great Typhos, who rules over the land and the sea."

Bullshit. He probably couldn't explain my eyes either.

Well, it doesn't matter for now. I guess I could tour our house for now.

Before I could even walk out of the bathroom in the first place, I felt huge arms (or maybe it was just because I'm small) wrap around my body and lift me up. I struggled to break free, kicking my tiny legs in defiance.

"Dadaaaaa! Put me downnnnnn!"

"No can do, little guy. You could hurt yourself!"

My dad was such a pain in the neck.

"Fineeeee. Can I at least see the house, Dada?"

"Sure. But you're staying in my arms!"

I lived in a rural house that was probably common in the 18th century on earth. The interior of the house was well-furbished. The main living area was well-lit and airy, with tall windows and an open concept floor plan. It let natural light in the day, and utilised fire magic to light up the place at night. The walls were made up of oak planks, laminated to give of a rustic vibe. 

The furniture in the house were, as I noted, made of high quality materials, such as brick or fully laminated wood. It seems that my parents were very well off.

The bedrooms were both spacious and cozy, with big mattress and cupboards surrounding some of the walls.

Finally, Austyn opened the balcony door. I looked in wonder at the huge space behind our house. Green fields stretched further than I could see. Scattered along the field were flowers of all different colours. It was a magnificent sight to behold.

"Dada, is this space ours?"

"Oh? Our little Spectre likes the garden? Well, Spectre, this garden is called the Garden of the forgotten. We do not own it, but rather look over it. People often come here to pray here to ask Typhon to bless their love ones that have moved on"

As Austyn said this, I spotted a couple of people walk across the garden, scattering flower petals onto the ground.

"Why do they do that?" I wondered out loud.

Suddenly, the wind started to pick up. Green particles filled the field as the wind blew through the garden. The petals scattered on the garden field flew up all at once, scattering even more in the air as the wind blew them into the atmosphere.

I looked in awe. Never in last life had I seen such beautiful things. Earth in the 21st century was filled with so much pollutants that even the sky was murky constantly. The only time I had ever seen a clear blue sky was on the day of my death.

"These pretty flowers are said to be sent to the realm of the gods as a special gift! It's like giving them something really amazing, like a present. It's a very nice way to show our love and respect for our loved ones who are no longer with us."

At that point, I made a decision in my life. 

Before I died again, I will see all the beautiful things this world has to offer.